/bf. CHATEAU flDHRmOIlT 8221 SUNSET BOULEVARD HOLLYWOOD, LOS ANGELES , CALIFORNIA Saturday noon I have just been talking to you on thd phone. For a month now I have longed for the exaltation-of hearing your voice, and though the connection was none too good, so that your voice came through a little duskily, like black velvet, still it brought md the darling beloved quality that is you. I had got to worrying lest the heat had got you and you were- sick, when the only delivery on Saturday hd come and gone and the thing I HM live for, a letter from you,, had not come. I am much relieved and sing Yoicks....Yoicks?...• Yoicks. To the probably annoyance of the neighbors. Wednesday evening was extremely nice? just Kate Hepburn, Spencer Tracy,, who Is becoming a very good friend of mini, G-eorge Cukor, and Eve March -- very nice girl, you met her here with her husband, Damien O'Flynn — he's now in the army — I first met 'em playing.at Ogunquit, the summer I met you — i.e., the-Sacred Summer....Kate has a small low spreading iahite house way up almost at the top of these Santa Monica Mountains that make a background for Beverly Hills: you climb up and up, with one last dizzy dash where you're certain that you'll fall off and land in the Beverly Brown Derby. From a terrace in front, one looks down on all of Hollywood spread out like a map....Roast lamb for dinner and nobody drinking even a cocktail Simple living room with a lovely semi-circular couch half of It on each side of the fireplace. Talk of what a fake Louis B. Mayer Is and: Jed Harris is not a nice man -- new topics, you see, but anyway, dftscussed with much and ribald mirth, particularly by Cukor, whom I had expected to find a fat fairy of fifty but found a slim, neat young Jew of somewhat a Milton Mayer type...I believe that actually he is a fairy, actually he is way over forty, actually he once was fat, but none of these can you detect Kate looked plumper, , less ghostly, than in Without Love and Keeper of Flame; tanned like a beetle and wearing, since you insist, raspberry- colored jacket and slacks, and a white blouse....She was damn nice and easy, and she remembers you from our at-Francf^'s party which, considering the number of people there, is - a small compliment. Thursday evening, Geo Macy and Helen and I went with Leonard Sillman's to his brother-in-law's (Esquifce correspondent) in the San Fernando Valley, and suddenly we were in Greenwich Village: on-the-floor-sitting, clever negro couple at piano and singing*,vituperative discussion of communism, and^all And on Thursday Adella R.St.J. called .me up from Malibou. where she is staying (so that I probably never shall see her; and what macht G-otg, she is writing a film for Mary Pickfordt That's the kind of pink dirt you find here.